If
the the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over
again and expecting different results, then yes, you have to be fucking
crazy to be in love with someone. Because waking up to the same person
every morning for thirteen years and realizing they haven't decided to
wake in the middle of the night, starting a chant to Lucifer, only to set
your bed on fire while you were cocooned between comforters and flannel
sheets - realizing this every morning - is going to drive you either
crazy, or crazier in love with them.
and I'm okay with this.
but not
the fire thing; fuck that noise.
